Belladonna's shadow grew, creeping across the ground as it doubled in size and then doubled again. A malevolent aura spread from the shadow, as wisps of darkness curled off of the shadow like smoke.
The Man-Beasts before her growled lowly, gnashing their teeth at the presence of that aura, as something deep and primal within them reacted with ancestral hatred and the utmost bloodlust that one could muster. Yet even despite that they stayed where they were, bearing their teeth and making threatening displays, but too scared to act.
Belladonna's shadow opened its eyes, revealing two ethereal emerald orbs each the size of Belladonna's fist, as the shadow pulled itself off of the ground and rapidly gained mass. It grew beneath her feet, lifting her off of them and onto the back of the forming creature.
